I would make a HORRIBLE outlaw. I can plan the crime perfectly, but I’d also need to plan the outcomes to make it work.

Would ya like to – ” Iain paused, shocked as the pretty woman turned and hurried away from him. To himself, he finished, “Get a drink with me?

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an ‘off’ day. Trust me, good things will come of it.

If Scotsmen don’t wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?

She didn’t even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She’d have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?” Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. “I mean, it’s almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.

Emotions like these didn’t happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn’t or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

You really shouldn’t drink potions if you don’t know what they do. – Aunt Polly.

Jaden felt their boredom, their tired eternity. Beyond that, she felt their dying essence. They were immortal – all-powerful beings – and yet they were powerless against the onslaught of ever-changing time. They were lost in a modern world, one they didn’t have the energy to understand. And, in being lost, they were immobilized against it. Not even their judgments could assuage their exhausted wisdom of forever.

Of course ya love me. I’m very loveable.